Smut Til You Drop
to continue, so I
did.
    I undid his belt and pulled his pants and
boxers down until they were around his ankles, then popped his cock
back into my mouth, taking it halfway down a couple of times to get
myself warmed up, then took the whole thing in my mouth.
    His cock was huge, bigger than anyone I’d
ever deepthroated before, but I eventually got it all the way down.
The tip pressed up against the back of my throat and the shaft
filled me entirely, choking off my breath.
    He muttered a wordless grunt as I held his
cock deep in my throat for four, five, six seconds before pulling
off with a gasp and a deep intake of breath.
    “ Goddammit,” he said, his
voice soft and amazed.
    “ You like that?” I said,
looking up at him, tears leaking out of my eyes, jerking him off
the whole time I was talking to him. “You like it when I deepthroat
that huge cock of yours?”
    He nodded.
    “ Penny can’t do that to
your cock, can she?”
    He shook his head.
    “ I can do a whole lot of
things Penny can’t do,” I said, “Or won’t do.”
    “ Like what?” he said, his
reluctance completely gone now, having been taken over by the
animalistic needs of his inner self.
    “ Like take it in the ass,”
I said, still jerking him off.
    “ You like getting fucked
in the ass?”
    “ I don’t like it, I said.
“I love it.”
    I could see him getting excited at the
thought. And I could feel it too as it stiffened even further in my
hand.
    “ And that’s not all,” I
said, slapping his cock against my tongue a couple of
times.
    “ What else do you like?”
he said.
    “ I like getting slapped
around,” I said. “I like it rough and intense, with lots of
aggression. Slapping, choking, spitting, that sort of
thing.”
    “ Is that
right?”
    I bit down on my bottom lip and nodded my
head. Then I took his cock in my mouth and gave it a couple of good
sucks before popping it back out.
    “ Is there anything else
you like?” he said.
    “ The real question is
whether or not there’s anything I don’t like,” I said.
    “ Is there?”
    “ Not that I’ve come across
yet,” I said. “But of course, with you being Penny’s boyfriend and
all . . .”
    “ Oh yeah, Penny,” he said
as though he’d forgotten all about her.
    And he probably had. I tend to have that
effect on men. Especially when I had their cock in my mouth.
    “ So for now, you don’t get
anything more than a blowjob,” I said. “Although, I might let you
cum in my mouth if you ask real nice.”
    “ Can I please cum in your
mouth,” he said, not missing a beat.
    “ Sure,” I said. “But we
have to finish up here pretty quick. We wouldn’t want Penny walking
in on us, now would we?”
    He shook his head. “No we wouldn’t. So hurry
up and get back to work.”
    “ Oh, and a little attitude
to boot,” I said, smiling wickedly. “I like to see that in a
man.”
    “ You do, huh?” he said,
climbing to his feet. “What about men that take charge?”
    “ I like that too,” I said.
“Especially when they fuck my face.”
    “ Well I think I can help
you out there,” Karl said. He grabbed a handful of my hair and
yanked my head up until it was right in front of his cock. “Open
your mouth,” he said.
    I did as I was told. “Like this?”
    “ Exactly like that,” he
said. Then he stuck his cock into my mouth, pumping his hips back
and forth violently, his hands on the back of my head, grabbing my
hair, totally controlling me.
    His huge cock filled up my mouth as he gave
me the entire length of his shaft, making me gag, his balls
slapping up against my chin, saliva leaking out of my mouth and
down onto the carpet.
    “ Holy fucking shit,” he
said, his thrusts growing more aggressive, more frenzied as he
approached orgasm.
    My hand had made its way down to my pussy
and I was rubbing my clit, heightening the sensation for me. I
loved having a cock in my mouth, but sometimes you need a little
something extra on top of it.
    He’d been fucking my

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